About DEVIL TO PAY :
Genre: Romantic Comedy with Paranormal Elements
Being the Devil is a job no one wants. The hours are terrible, the workload unbelievable and frankly, customer service is a nightmare. You’re blamed for everything and liability is no joke when you’re the Lord of Darkness. As a result, turnover for the position is fairly high. The current Lucifer is the seventh lucky one to lose the ultimate lottery and land the title.
Truthfully, there’s very little evil to be instigated. Free will and a bad history of twisted mythology takes care of all of it–so the guy behind the black onyx desk is generally just the unhappy Archangel left filling out paperwork and doing his best to keep the Big Boss happy. And for Lucifer, forget about dating. It’s a long, dry run, unless you’re into the women that might be into you–and frankly, the current Lucifer isn’t too turned on by ladies wearing spider web stockings and red Jell-O in their hair. Not that he blames a few of his predecessors with embracing the Goth hooker thing, but–an Angel has to be true to himself.
So when Lucifer accidentally bumps into a mortal woman who makes him rethink the wisdom of not applying for that maintenance position in Purgatory, it’s a roller coaster ride. Love can make anyone crazy. And Lucifer is determined to see if he can make it snow in Hell if it will polish up his wings enough to win the girl and get himself fired.
She nodded her head slowly, not trusting her voice. It’s official. I’m the worst sales professional walking. Unprepared. I let my nerves do the talking and now I’m crushing on the man and have forgotten how to talk. Yeesh!
“I don’t usually partake in the middle of the afternoon,” he went on as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. “But I think today is going to be an exception.”
“May I ask, what is your business, Luke?” Jayne followed him to the bar where two black leather half couches faced each other across from a low stone cube table. She perched in the middle of one of them as he took the seat across from her.
“It’s…a little of everything,” he answered, looking down at his hands, then stood to cross over to the shelves, opening up one of the dark glass cabinets to survey the bottles. “Or a lot of everything depending on your viewpoint.”
“Well, if I had to guess, I’d say you were into weapons manufacturing or some kind of high end military technologies, am I right?”
“Why would you say that?” His expression was pure curiosity as he pulled out a bottle of port.
“Well. Black isn’t exactly the color of a toy company and no one would be this hush-hush unless they really didn’t want the public to even notice they were there.”
“Not that the “Men in Black” thing doesn’t have a certain appeal,” she added shyly.
“So, is it weapons or something…scary?”
He filled two crystal glasses with tawny port and came back to join her. “I don’t make weapons, Jayne.” He held out one glass to her. “As for scary, that’s a little trickier.”
“Okay, no more guessing games.” Jayne took the delicate glass from him. “Let’s have it.”
“I’m not sure where to begin,” he admitted then took a sip from his glass.
“How about telling me what H.E. stands for?”
She blinked twice, waiting to see if he was joking. “Seriously? What do you manufacture? Brimstone?”
He smiled; that potent bone melting smile that made her hips shiver with a wicked thrill. “No. I’m afraid we don’t manufacture anything.”
“Well, before I even hear what you do, I’m telling you that you need a name change. Luke, there’s nothing positive associated with Hades. Do you have a parent corporation that’s Greek or something? Maybe they didn’t understand the cultural implications when they shifted to the States?” Jayne took a sip from her glass and was momentarily distracted by how good it was. But she set it down to do her best to hold her own.
Let’s not add alcohol to the mix of weird and wonderment I’ve got cooking.
“Jayne,” he took a deep breath and mirrored her choice by setting down his drink. “I didn’t mean to invite you back under false pretences. We’ve never worked with a public relations firm. Ever.”
“Clearly.” She nodded. “But Luke, you can’t be a corporation with that name. And the abbreviation—it’s worse. You know this, right?”
“I know, but it was a challenge to come up with anything better, Jayne. Gehenna, Inc. was taken believe it or not and there’s actually a software company that designs games called Satanic Ventures. It’s not like I can just throw a dart at a board. I thought it was fairly clever, H.E. LLc.”
Jayne leaned back against the leather cushion and tried to take in what he was saying but her brain refused to keep up. “Luke. It’s not like you’re… You are not actually…”
“Lucifer?” he prompted gently
“But I am.”
Renee Bernard is an award winning and USA Today bestselling author of historical romance and recently, contemporary romantic comedy. She won RT’s Reviewer’s Choice award for “Best Debut Historical” in 2006 and never slowed down (she missed the memo). By the end of 2014, she will have fifteen books out there in the world. She has published with Simon & Schuster and Berkley as well as branching out into independent publishing, audio books and comic books. For over four years she has been the host of “The Romance Bookmark” (formerly “Canned Laughter and Coffee”), a weekly internet radio show with between 80-100K registered listeners via Readers Entertainment. From wine wrangling to stand-up comedy and public speaking, there’s nothing off the table. (No really. Nothing. Except anything involving a pole. She’s past that now.)
Renee lives in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains with her husband and daughters, and an adequate number of cats to qualify as a romance writer.
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